Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

A month later, Fu Xiangheng was discharged from the hospital.

But Fu Xiangheng's body had not fully recovered, and it was a bit inconvenient to get up and down the elevator, so Gu Nanfeng moved to the Mingshui Mansion villa area to live with Fu Xiangheng.

Mingshui Mansion is one of the high-end villa areas in City B, invested and developed by the Fu Group.

Fu Xiangheng has a total of three sets here. He gave one to Lin Yu in the past, and another set he gave to a friend in the mall not long ago. Now he has the last set left.

Gu Nanfeng liked this place very much. "I wanted to buy this place at the time, but it was sold out. You had to explain earlier that the Water Mansion was developed by your company. If you had known, you would have opened the back door for me."

"It's not too late to open now, this house is already in your name." Fu Xiangheng said with a smile.

"What?" Gu Nanfeng was walking in front. When he heard this, he immediately turned around and looked up at him seriously, "Are you serious?"

The Mingshui Mansion costs at least 3000 million, and he will give it away as he says. Even his girlfriend shouldn't be so casual!

Fu Xiangheng nodded, "Do I dare not be serious about you? Do you want to break up with me coldly if you find a reason?"

"What are you talking about going over to do?" Gu Nanfeng lost his mind in this regard, his face was a little embarrassed, his eyes were wandering, he grabbed a painting on the wall and started to change the topic, "Oh, Fu Xiangheng, your aesthetics is quite good, this Painting makes me feel like an old friend, like an old friend."

After saying that, Gu Nanfeng suddenly realized that this painting was not a painting, but a photo.

Or her photo.

Gu Nanfeng blinked, feeling a little confused.

The dusty past events flooded into my mind.

Probably in her year, on an evening with a beautiful sunset, she was nestled on the sofa, holding a small orange cat in her arms, lowering her head and touching the kitten's soft little face.

Soft, orange-red light passed through the shadows of the trees outside the glass window, and fell mottledly on the girl's body. Her black hair glowed lightly brown in the setting sun.

The girl is soft and gentle. Looking at her now, she really looks like an indifferent oil painting.

Gu Nanfeng pursed his lips, turned around and bumped his forehead against Fu Xiangheng's shoulder, "Why are you hanging my photo for me? If I let others see it, I must be talking about you."

"Just let them say it, I won't listen." Fu Xiangheng rubbed her soft hair, "Do you still want to raise a kitten?"

The little orange cat in the photo was a birthday gift he gave to Gu Nanfeng three years ago. However, he had not raised it for a month. One day, the little orange cat ran outside and was thrown from the bottom of the 23-story building. died.

The little orange cat was so obedient that Gu Nanfeng didn't even have time to give it a name.

Gu Nanfeng shook his head, "No, Fu Xiangheng, let's get married as soon as possible. We won't wait until next year, let's get married this winter. I can't wait any longer."

There has always been an unreasonable irritability plaguing her recently. Gu Nanfeng feels that every step she takes now is in vain, as if suddenly, everything will change in an instant.

"Wen'er, let's wait for next spring. You are afraid of the cold. Winter is harsh and not suitable for weddings." Fu Xiangheng said, probably sensing that the atmosphere was a bit cold, he smiled, "My bride, just wait and we will get married. And have a unique wedding.”

Gu Nanfeng pursed his lips, but he was still afraid, "Well, Xiangheng, you... must prepare well."

"It's natural." Fu Xiangheng patted the little head under his hand, "Go on and look at it. I have been decorating this house for a long time."

"Are you decorating it yourself?" Gu Nanfeng asked.

Fu Xiangheng pursed his lips and said with a smile, "Does my supervision count?"

"Forget it!" Gu Nanfeng smiled back.

They went upstairs. The American pastoral style decoration showed seriousness and comfort everywhere.

The stairs were made of brown logs, and the sound of footsteps on it was mellow and elegant, like the sound of church bells dyed in the dusk. Gu Nanfeng felt a sense of peace of mind and relaxation.

There is a lattice window at the corner of the stairs, which is also made of brown-red log window frames. The glass is textured. It is afternoon, and the sunshine in the autumn is a bit lazy. It elegantly penetrates the glass window and falls on Gu Nanfeng. At feet.

She was wearing a pair of high heels embedded with diamonds, and the golden halo reflected some inverted conical beams of light.

Gu Nanfeng pursed her lips. She held Fu Xiangheng's arm, lowered her head, and stepped on the light circle on the ground with a smile.

"Xiang Heng, look, I stepped on the sun, isn't it awesome?" Gu Nanfeng asked, she was like a child.

Fu Xiangheng smiled and said, "Awesome, follow me upstairs. If you step on it again, the sun will be trampled to death by you. My Miss Gu, don't do such a destructive thing."

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

Going upstairs, as if accompanied by the sound of bells, "I heard that Lin Yu went abroad, will she come back in the future?" Gu Nanfeng asked.

Fu Xiangheng understood her little thoughts, "The two of us are just two intersecting lines. There is only one intersection in our lives. Once it passes, there will be no more."

Gu Nanfeng pursed his lips and smiled, "Oh, then what are we?"

Fu Xiangheng frowned, and a hint of coldness and regret slipped through his dark pupils. In fact, he and Gu Nanfeng were also two intersecting lines.

"We are sine functions, there will always be points of intersection." Gu Nanfeng asked and answered himself.

Fu Xiangheng smiled, "Yeah."

There are four rooms and a living room on the second floor.

There is a study room, a flower room, a piano room, and a master bedroom.

The living room faces the corridor, with the master bedroom and study room on both sides.

A small log oval four-corner table is surrounded by a small floral sofa. There is a white carpet on the floor, and there are two lattice windows around it that are the same as those at the corners of the stairs.

The brown window frame divides the textured glass into many small square pieces. There are several pots of pale yellow and slightly green lisianthus on the windowsill. The petals reflect the textured glass window, bathing in the sunshine.

It wasn't close, but Gu Nanfeng seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of flowers.

Everything made Gu Nanfeng feel comfortable.

"Fu Xiangheng, you must have put a lot of thought into decorating it, right? Are you going to make it our wedding room in the future?" Gu Nanfeng asked. She smiled and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Yes." Fu Xiangheng turned around and responded.

When he was in England, he learned that Gu Nanfeng liked the pastoral style.

"Go and have a look in the bedroom." Fu Xiangheng said.

"it is good."

There is a small green sign made of wooden boards on the bedroom door, with no words on it.

"You can give it a name later." Fu Xiangheng said, explaining what the small wooden sign was for.

Gu Nanfeng smiled and said, "Okay."

Opening the door, there is still sunlight in half the room.

The overall area of ​​Mingshui Mansion is not very large. It looks like an American pastoral-style villa with a spire design, and has only two floors in total.

But with a reasonable layout and decoration, the whole house does not feel cramped at all.

The bedroom has a semicircular wall with rows of lattice windows.